All is quiet on New Year's Day ...

Thank God, cos there's a brass band playing inside my head. Wine. Ouch. Still have to walk the dog though so here we are in Darley Park. This could be one of Hitler's.

Invited round to the neighbours for an 11am livener to welcome the new year. We were the youngest there, we had a couple of ladies in their 80s, one in her 70s and two vicars. They're all very interesting and full of get up and go. Awfully posh though. One said "I do hate it when people drop their aitches". I'll get me coat.